Posts by Theodore Tormenta

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  • ( 100 oneshots - no posting )

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    [shadow=black,left].theodore tormenta.[/shadow]

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    Themes


    && retaking this challenge & will post some of the oneshots as open threads when they suit it.
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  • ( 100 oneshots - no posting )

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    [shadow=black,left].introduction.[/shadow]

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    [align=center][sub][color=brown][font=georgia]Throughout his four years, Theodore had made an awful lot of introductions.


    The first had been his birth, when his mother would name him Theodore Tormenta and his squirming form - alongside that of his siblings - had been cooed over and adored. Numerous introductions followed that first one, ranging from meeting other kittens to challenging loners on the boarder. Those introductions, although nerve racking at first, had been well worth it and he had played many games and made many friends.


    There had been other introductions, for example his first introduction to vomiting. That had been after watching Amour Darling tear into her own daughter for changing her alliance from BloodClan to ThunderClan, and Theodore - Teddy, for he had gone by that name since his birth - had known at the tender age of four moons that he was not cut out for BloodClan.


    And so he had left one moon later, throwing away every relationship he ever knew to join a ProClan, to join SkyClan. He'd made his introductions, BloodClan scent still strong in his nostrils and sensed the distrust in the SkyClanners. He made acquaintances, but never the friends he had once had as a kit in his birth Clan.


    His first friend had been Snowkit, later Snowstar when spirits intervened and made her leader at the tender age of five moons - the age he had been when he left his birth Clan behind for good. His first introduction to her had been at her birth, when she'd been the squirming bundle of joy. She'd only had three legs, but Teddy hadn't cared: she'd been his friend and they'd had many great adventures together.


    He'd fallen so fast for her that he missed the admiration in her sister's eyes and he'd missed the way Snowkit had looked at Ketchup. That had been his first introduction to love, but jealousy and heartbreak soon followed when he was rejected in favour of the deaf kit.


    Teddy was her best friend, but that was all he'd ever be to her.


    His first proper introduction to Iciclekit - Snowkit's six-limbed sister - had been during the time he immersed himself in his pain and refused to speak to most people. His love for her had been purely that of friends and Snowkit was slowly pushed from his life - seen only here and there with Ketchup, now a fetching medic apprentice - to be replaced by Iciclekit with her never-ending enthusiasm about everything.


    When he was eight moons he was introduced to several strange cats who killed his pet and captured him, taking him to be their prisoner in the city for many moons. The city had been a frightening place to fragile Teddy and so Theodore had taken his place and fought his way out, then made his way out of the city with more than the usual amount of fights and near-deaths.


    Those dreadful moons in the city had been his introduction to a more violent and unstable Theodore than at present and had earned him the many scars that marred his body now: the twisted left power, the stiff and painful left shoulder, the scar that had nearly blinded him and had instead destroyed his left ear, the many tears to his throat that leant to a more raspy voice, and the numerous other scars.


    He'd made his way back to SkyClan with fury in his step for no one had come after him, had instead left him to his fate. He hated them and was introduced to the new leadership under Snowstar.


    Everyone he had once known and loved had been discarded and exiled from the group and Theodore could not understand it. His hatred began to grow for the group, for Snowstar, for Ketchup, even for the kits that now graced the Clan. And then he met Iciclekit again, the only one who'd gone after him, but had failed.


    He took her and left and they would introduce themselves to loners and rogues and other Clans, all in the hunt for BlizzardClan. It had been their destination, but Theodore had never made it, had no idea if Iciclekit had as he had left her many moons ago, unable to cope with the responsibility and growing love - this time romantic - that he felt for her.


    He introduced himself to the Blackheart Rogues as Latch and lived the life of the foul tempered black cat, enjoying the almost friendly hatred he felt for Luka, the dog who had reminded him so much of Iciclekit. He wasn't always Latch in this time, instead travelling to other Clans and groups and attacking their members and kits with no regrets.


    That had been when he'd been reintroduced to Ketchup and found that Snowstar no longer led the Clan, having stepped down moons ago. He was more than two years old now and his life - and Latch's - began to splinter apart. He tore the deaf medic's tail off and left.


    Latch was discarded as the guilt finally got to him and Theodore found the Militia. He made his introductions, then reintroduced himself many moons later after another mental break as Latch and felt more readjusted than before.


    He hoped that he wouldn't have to make more introductions, but Theodore wouldn't place a bet either way; he was far too untrustworthy for that.
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  • Anyone got a male mountain lion open for a litter?

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    [shadow=black,left].theodore tormenta.[/shadow]

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    [align=center][sub][color=brown][font=georgia]So it would be a one-father litter or one of those litters where there's one or two kits to each father?
    imagine that sort of dramam xd
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  • the shakes and quakes(open)

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]"A spiritual shift?" He shook his head, clearly not in the mood for any sort of philosophical or religious debates. "Would you like me to go with you or do you want to go by yourself?" He was unsure of Jinora's ability to protect herself due to her pacifism and having never seen her fight before. Of course, he wasn't too keen on travelling with other animals, but he did want to make sure the snow leopard didn't get into any trouble on the way there.

  • They are calling || Meeting

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore dipped his head politely, pleased of his new role in the Militia. He hoped they gained more members on the way to the new territory in order t build a stronger group. After all, the smaller ones were more at risk of attacks than the larger ones, excluding the Exiles.


    "Okay. Will we be having a name change?" It would be sad to change the name of the group, but if they were to drop their militaristic ways then it would be a smart thing to do. They couldn't have a peaceful group with an AntiClan name, could they?

  • They are calling || Meeting

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]His expression one of resigned distaste, Theodore would speak softly with an almost tired air to it. "We're not spirits, Jinora, and I certainly don't tell the truth half the time. Why do you want to be called that? Do you want to be dead or something?" Of course, he didn't believe in spirits either so the name wouldn't be fitting whatever spin they put to it. Surprisingly, the feline didn't argue, instead dropping his head to study his paws quietly, as he had done when he had learned of his father's death. Theodore was mourning the loss of his group's customs but he wasn't inclined to argue and fight.


    Suddenly he felt very old, despite his four years.

  • NOT AGAIN(private)IM SOCK OF THIS AND I CANT TAKE IT

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore approached quietly, brow creased in an obvious frown. He was confused and angry at the sudden takeover and lack of regard for him and his... friends? Yes, he supposed he could call them that. Jinora, Maize, Azurys and Taruto and become closer to him than he'd allowed any other animal in years and he thought that he'd like to stick with them.


    He sat down, silently, and tipped his head toward Azuryspup. "There's another takeover."

  • TO THE NEW YORK MTS — OPEN

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore didn't know what to do. This was his home and he'd always thought this would be the group he'd die in. Now he wasn't so sure. His fellow Militians all seemed adamant that they'd be leaving and they were his family now, right? These new people who came in and took over so unceremoniously weren't his friends, his family - they were pillagers.


    The black and white tom held himself rigidly and stared coolly at the other male, the one who had kicked Maize out of her den.

  • MESSED UP SHIZ(open, vows+GONE)

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore had never been happy about the idea of children as leaders, but he'd calmed down as he entered middle age and so, upon returning to the Militia and discovering two child leaders, he had simply accepted the fact and not said a word. Years ago he would have done anything possible - including attacking helpless kits - to force the child out of their position, but Azurys and Maize, along with Jinora, seemed to be well adjusted. He wasn't inclined to judge people on their ages.


    He was inclined however to judge people for a surprise takeover.


    The feline brushed past Majorleague and stared after his former leader longingly. He supposed he'd better leave too, now that the others were.

  • time after time ( open - leaving )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]He'd simply left in the night, destroying his den as he did so. He wasn't welcome here, where he and his friends had been so rudely pushed out by strangers claiming of higher powers. Theodore didn't believe in them, didn't believe what these strangers were saying. But there were more of them, especially since the others left, and he wasn't going to fight a losing battle.


    And so Theodore had left the home that he had thought he'd spend the rest of his life, dejected and homeless once again. Was this all there really was to life?


    /theodore isn't suited to this new group and sudden take over and i'm not about to change his personality to make him fit here
    sorry

  • attack this guy?

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]So Theodore's life's been smashed to pieces now that the Militia's been taken over and he left it. I'm hoping for someone to have their character attack Theodore in the Loner Lands board because I want to have his life ruined some more. I'm open to the option of your character raping him if you want and he could even be in a female body if you wanted a litter out of it. He's kinda a nobody for now, but his daughter Lucy is the former leader of BloodClan and he's linked to major families such as Erebus and Ecuador, if that makes you more inclined to have your character rough him up. Oh, and Theodore would prolly start to hunt down your character after a while to exact his revenge so maybe we can flesh out a deeper plot from there?


    /too lazy to paragraph oops

  • attack this guy?

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Yes, having a rat attack Theodore would be excellent. /rubs hands
    Theodore doesn't have elemental powers and is weak in defecting most sorts of power, so that would totally mess up his self-confidence and shake him up so maybe he'd have to rely on others more and give him a chance to see everyone again maybe. ^^
    Tbh I didn't really want Theodore raped bc he's my favourite so this attack's going to suit everyone fine, methinks.


    Do you want me to start the thread?

  • if only for its sake ( private )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]He was tired, so tired. Theodore paused, peering around the surrounding area - wide grassy slopes with deep furrows in the ground - with bleary eyes. He wanted to sleep, for he had been travelling almost non-stop since his departure from the Militia, but it wasn't safe. He wasn't sure where he was and wouldn't rest until he did.


    If only he knew where he could go.


    Theodore started forwards again and the patchy trail of blood from his scraped pawpads reminded him of his return to SkyClan. He curled his lip at the memory and flattened his single ear, furious at his old Clan. If everyone had just -


    If everyone had done what they were supposed to then he wouldn't be in this situation now. Heck, he wouldn't have led Iciclekit to her death had everyone done their jobs and maybe he could have been happy. He wouldn't have to find a new home now had everyone behaved.


    The black and white feline limped on, ignorant of the wind and grass and prey. He had to find a home. The Militia would have to be forgotten.